Obsession Is

Title: Obsession Is

Author: Jada Rene, feedback appreciated at jadarene@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: All characters of the Harry Potter series are property of JK Rowling, Raincoast, Warner Bros, and various publishers. No infringement is intended and no money is being made.

Pairing: Hermione/Draco

Rating: NC-17 for language, violence, and graphic sexual situations

Beta: Zennousha

A/N: This dark fic is a gift for the lovely and talented Raffy V who does so much every day for the Draco/Hermione communities. Thank you, Raffy. Thank you so much for everything…


Obsession Is

A fic for Raffy

by Jada Rene


Draco fisted his fingers in the long, curly brown hair of the girl on her knees. Her name was Hermione Granger and they’d spent seven years at school hating each other. That was until he discovered she could suck cock better than anyone he’d ever met.

And he’d met plenty.

“Oh, Gods, Gods, Hermione, fuck!” he swore as her lips curled around him, her mouth seducing him while her tongue danced along his length. He tried not to be too forceful as he urged her to take him further into her mouth, and was pleased when he nudged her throat and she didn’t gag on him. She just kept going, her hands and mouth warming him anywhere they touched as gradually she pushed him nearer and nearer to the edge.

He watched himself disappear inside her pink mouth again and again, feeling every swirl of her tongue, every slick motion of her lips, till he could stand it no longer.

“Fuck, Hermione!” He came hard inside her mouth, semen splashing into her throat as she swallowed rapidly. Come still dribbled out onto her chin as she smiled up at him with sparkling brown eyes. He sank back against the cushions and lay there panting as he watched her rise, topless and smirking, to stand before him. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand slowly and deliberately.

It was the dead sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her to himself, crushing her lips with his as he kissed her greedily. Her tongue tasted of him, but he didn’t care; he just wanted handfuls of her strawberry-peaked breasts and the answer to one question.

“When will I see you again?”

But she only smiled and slithered out of his embrace. He was pleasantly sleepy and watched her go with an idle contentedness as his limbs lost their strength. At the door, she blew him a kiss which he was too lazy to catch or return. He turned over and shut his eyes; he’d be dreaming of Hermione Granger for a long time to come.

Draco smiled in his sleep.

+++

“Agent Granger,” the head of security greeted her.

“Harry,” she replied with a small smile. He returned the gesture and waited while she pulled off her gloves.

“What did you learn?”

“Nothing yet,” she replied dutifully. “Don’t worry; this will take a little time, but I can handle it.”

“I’ve no doubt in your abilities.”

She cocked her head to one side and said silkily, “Draco Malfoy is going to lead us straight to him.”

Harry nodded. Hermione puckered her lips ruefully. “I gotta go brush my teeth.”


+++

Draco awoke to streaming sunlight and the sensation that he’d had too much to drink. His tongue felt like a huge, dry sponge taking up space in his mouth and desperate for water. He staggered into the bathroom and turned the tap, scrubbing his face quickly with a handful of water before taking undignified gulps of it. He paused a moment to observe his dripping features in the mirror. A rough stubble had sprouted and his blond hair was utterly disheveled from a night spent under a pillow. His eyes looked too puffy considering how much rest he’d had, and he was running rail-thin these days.

He swiped the towel off the rack and wiped away the water, padding barefoot back into his bedroom. He collapsed on the bed and stared blankly at the wall for a moment, trying to muster the will to put on pants. Such an effort these days…

He was considering a shower when a house elf appeared bearing a letter. It bore the seal of Lucius Malfoy. Draco snatched it from the little messenger and dismissed the creature with a wave of his long fingers. The elf scrambled out of sight as Draco tore open the letter.

Your presence is requested.


Draco sighed. Duty called. He shuddered a moment. Mostly, his life was going to parties, doing whatever and whomever he pleased, and spending his lavish inheritance. The downside, of course, was being someone’s lackey. Draco Malfoy was just a little bit bored with his role as a kiss-up. He began fixing his appearance magically. If Lucius had taught him anything it was that Malfoys were of superior standards, and maintaining his appearance was part of the privilege that kept the name in high regard. Draco was always pleased to see his handsome reflection smirking back at him. Women wanted him, men wanted to be him. So he could lick boots for a while; whatever ensured he would keep the lifestyle he loved.

Draco dressed quickly and threw his black cloak over his shoulders and glanced toward the mirror for approval.

The mirror winked at him. “Dead sexy, mate.”

“Don’t I know it,” Draco responded as he headed out the door.


+++

“Draco!” his father said with genuine delight.

“Hello, father,” Draco said with guarded affection as he entered his father’s study.

“My son, I have good news for you,” Lucius said, gesturing for Draco to shed his cloak and come nearer. Draco laid the black fabric smoothly over the chaise lounge and approached the hearth. They sat down in club chairs opposite the fire and Draco waited patiently while his father poured two brandies from the decanter. After they’d both savored the alcohol, Lucius turned to his son and said, “Finally, after these longs years, his lordship is ready to resume his reign. We will eradicate the weak, and cleanse our world of those beneath us. Wizards will no longer have to hide from anyone or anything. That whole depraved nonsense about the muggles… Why on earth should we tiptoe around them? Well, no more, my son. Soon, with your help, the Dark Lord will rule again. Our golden age will begin.”

“My help?” Draco said tightly.

Lucius’s eyes gleamed in the firelight as he murmured softly, “Yes. Oh, yes, my son. Very soon his dark purpose will be revealed, and then my son, all that we have long-desired will be ours for the taking.”

Draco felt a slight lurch in his stomach, and he quickly knocked back the rest of his brandy in an attempt to squelch it. He set the glass carefully onto the table and watched the flames dance before him. He felt like a wind-up toy in desperate need of release. He stood abruptly and bid his father goodbye. Lucius simply smiled, his mind already planning his grand future as Draco collected his cloak and took three short steps out of the room. He apparated from the foyer to an area of Diagon Alley where he hoped to find relief. The girls here knew him well; he paid generously and they never minded if he occasionally took his knuckles to their cheeks or tore their flesh with his overzealous teeth. Not that he needed to pay; Draco Malfoy could get a date in a heartbeat. He could even get a socialite to suck his cock on her knees in a muddy alley if he wanted. Sometimes though…

“Well, well, well,” a smooth voice halted his stalking. Draco froze and turned toward the sultry sound. There she stood lounging in a doorway, her blouse tied under her breasts and offering an exceptional view of her stomach. Her skirt was short, but not too short, and revealed long, trim legs that he longed to have wrapped around his waist.

“Granger,” he said pleasantly, licking his lips. She sauntered over to him and looked him over as if sizing him up.

“Oh, it’s Granger, now, is it?” she murmured, lowering her lashes.

Draco found himself without comment. She stood up on the balls of her feet and whispered in his ear, “That’s not what you said last night.”

She paused, her breath tickling him as her voice replayed his orgasm, “Oh, Gods, Gods, Hermione…fuck!”

There was something dedly dly arousing about hearing her say the word “fuck” with such lustful conviction. He looked down into her cinnamon eyes to see a teasing twinkle. Her face, her eyes, her very body seemed to be begging him for it. Draco grabbed her hand and dragged her into Knockturn Alley. He threw money at the innkeeper and snatched up the key to a private room on the second floor. He felt himself rising at the mere implications of her lips as he thought with relish of their last session. He trembled as he pulled off his clothes, knowing he wanted more tonight.

He laid Hermione down upon the sheets and kissed her mouth. Her thighs were parted and anxious to welcome him between them. Draco’s tongue slithered around hers as his hand wandered to her sex. He drew one imperial finger lazily along her opening, probing gently for a response. Hermione whimpered and wriggled her hips for him; Draco smiled against her mouth and went back to kissing her with fervor as he thrust one finger into her slickness. A moan sounded in her throat, vibrating through to him as he shoved a second finger into her and pushed in and out of her pink folds until she screamed into his mouth.

“Please, please, Draco,” she gasped for him. He loved the sound of it as he rolled between her legs, his erection brushing her thigh. She reached down and grasped his shaft, stroking him with gentle fingers. Draco hissed between his teeth.

“Suck it,” he ordered. Hermione hastened to obey, wiggling down to his hips. On all fours, Draco watched her head rise to his penis and swallow him whole. He shivered all over when she took him in her warm, wet mouth and sucked him lightly. Her tongue flicked over him while her fingers caressed his sac. Draco became thoroughly rigid; Hermione stopped, knowing instinctively to back off. She snaked back up to him and let his tongue wet her nipples, his fingers rolling them to pert hardness as his erection strained for attention.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Fuck me, Draco.”

He entered her swift and hard, thrusting deeply as she cried out, writhing against him, moaning his name and prayed him for more.

“Harder, Draco, harder!” she begged him, lust in her voice. “Fuck me harder, Draco! Oh, please, Gods, fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

He obeyed her command, shoving his cock into her over and over again, stabbing her hot wetness, his fingers digging mercilessly into her flesh as his hips bucked and ground against hers again and again, thrusting, pumping, plunging into her and plugging her till she came hard, her muscles clenching around him and causing him to spurt inside of her recklessly as he gasped her name.

“Gods, yes, Hermione!”

He let the full force of his release crash through him as he emptied himself into her. They both lay panting for a long time.

He didn’t know when he’d fallen asleep, but Draco awoke to find her rummaging through his pockets.

“What’re you doing?” he asked sleepily, feeling for his half-hard cock with one hand.

“Looking for a cigarette,” she replied, tossing down his cloak.

“I’ve got something better for you,” he said, his hands indicating the erection he was quickly stroking back into rigidity. Hermione came to bed again and lay between his legs, her full breasts teasing him with their cherry centers.

She turned to straddle his face and began sucking his cock again. Draco’s tongue darted out to taste her pink petals, his appetite soon growing. He tongued her into orgasm and Hermione screamed her thanks to the heavens. Draco smiled when she laid down and begged him for it again. He raised her knees over his shoulders and began fucking her swift and hard. She came for him in no time and he let her down gently. She stared up at him with dreamy eyes. Draco touched her face softly just once before grasping her ankles and flipping her over. Hermione knew what he wanted and when she raised her virgin ass to his slippery cock, Draco smirked happily to himself. He fucked her in the ass till she screamed his name again and again, making sure everyone in miles knew the name of her fabulous fuck. He splashed come across the soft skin of her back, groaning contentedly. This time when he lay down to sleep, he didn’t wake up until morning.


+++

Draco woke up with yet another pounding headache. He glanced at the half-empty bottle of scotch on the nightstand. He didn’t remember drinking so much. He looked around; Hermione was gone again, probably off to her little job. Draco scratched vacantly at the mark on his arm. Eventually he got up and pulled his shirt from the doorknob, fished his pants out from under the bed, and (after some searching) found his left shoe in the bathtub and the right under the curtains. He disapparated with a soft pop.

Home, he thought with a sigh, staring up at the imposing manor. He sincerely hoped no one had noticed his absence last night. He twisted knobknob and crossed into the quiet interior. He was trying to sneak upstairs when a feminine voice halted him.

“Good morning, Draco.”

Draco froze, mentally squared his shoulders, and slapped a pleasant look on his face. He turned and said politely, “Mother.”

He backtracked and came to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. She flinched at the stubble on his chin and Draco stiffened. Everyone was so bloody formal around here.

“Would you like some tea?”

Draco considered his options. “All right; let me run upstairs and wash up.”

Narcissa drifted into the next room, gliding as if she were a ghost, noiselessly, dreamily. Draco shook his head in disgust and wondered not for the first time if his mother was some kind of addict. He took the stairs two at a time and hurried to his room. He cleaned himself up and dressed in fresh clothing. He hoped his mother wouldn’t ask a bunch of questions. He was too old to be living with his parents. If it weren’t for his father’s wishes regarding Draco’s ascension among the ranks, Draco would have taken his inheritance and gotten a flat somewhere. He idly wondered if Granger had lodging somewhere. He would have to ask her about that.

He darted back downstairs and took a seat opposite his mother. She was just filling Draco’s teacup when Lucius appeared.

“Hello, father,” Draco said, not particularly in the mood to exchange pleasantries, but being of sound enough mind to know what was good for him. Lucius’s lips curved slightly as he took a seat.

“Draco, my son.” The words held such possessive undertones. “Late night?”

Draco smiled briefly. “You might say.”

Lucius chuckle“Wel“Well, I needn’t ask where you were, then.”

Narcissa looked at her plate studiously. If she’d had any blood in her veins, Draco was certain she would have blushed. Draco glanced back at his father and took a drink of tea. Heat surged down his throat into his belly and Draco felt an odd, familiar pang; like a strike of déjà vu. He actively forced it from his mind to concentrate on what his father was saying.

“Ah, Draco, not long now…not long at all, until the world will see what we are truly capable of,” Lucius said, flurrying his spoon in his cup.

D too took another sip and pondered his life quietly. Lately, a certain brunette was generally in his pants; she was definitely in his thoughts. He smiled to himself.


+++

“You’re sure he doesn’t suspect?”

“Not a thing,” Hermione assured her superior. “He’s eating out of the palm of my hand.”

That wasn’t quite the picture that surveillance had painted, but Harry knew better than to pry. “Well, as long as you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” Hermione said firmly.

“What did he say last night?” Harry asked, leaning forward eagerly.

“He said the Dark Lord is planning something big, by the sound of it, Draco doesn’t know what yet, but his father intends for him to be in on it,” she said.

“Hm,” Harry said thoughtfully. “You’re certain he doesn’t suspect you’ve been slipping him Veritaserum?”

“I was careful. I couldn’t Obliviate him, after all; not so soon after the last time,” she said busily. “I watered down the scotch with it.”

“You didn’t drink any?” Harry asked quickly.

“Am I still in nappies?” she said exasperatedly. “Of course I didn’t drink it! Tossed mine in the potted plant when he wasn’t looking.”

Harry smiled. “Good. Good. I have to admit, you’re one hell of an agent.”

“Oh, you think so?” she said with a sultry smirk.

Harry’s smile widened to a grin. “Oh, most definitely.”

The owl that swooped into the room had obviously had some annoyance in finding them. Hermione took the parchment it offered to her and tore it open. She looked up at Harry with gleaming eyes.

“It’s from him,” was all she said.

“And?”

“He wants me to meet him tonight,” she said as she read. “At the Hog’s Head.”

“We’ll be with you,” Harry promised. “This time, don’t turn off the sound when things get hot.”

“Some kind of voyeur, are you?” she teased him.

“Hardly,” he responded, ruffled.

“Well,” she said, “I don’t care; I won’t have you or anybody else listening in on our…sessions.”

Harry chewed his tongue to avoid having a regrettable remark slip past his lips. Instead he smiled. “Very well. I still think it’s a bad idea, but we’ll be around if you need us.”

She smiled confidently. “Don’t worry. I’ve got everything under control.”


+++

She was late.

Draco narrowed his eyes at the clock mounted on the wall behind the bar. Seven minutes late and it irritated him. How dare she make him wait? He was ready to spit nails when he turned and saw her.

Oh, Merlin.

He smirked at her coolly and lounged nonchalantly against the bar. Hermione stood in the doorway, her eyes fixed on him. He knew what she was doing, and he let her have her way. His eyes licked her up and down, taking in the black boots, the short skirt and luscious thighs, right on up to the creamy breasts shelved for his amusement in a tiny red bustier. He watched her stroll toward him, knowing she loved having his lustful attention.

“Hullo,” she said, smiling for him. He loved that smile; he knew it was reserved for him and him alone. It made him feel oddly powerful. He smiled back idly.

“Nice outfit, Granger,” he said, taking a sip of his firewhiskey.

“Yeah?” she asked offhandedly, fidgeting with her top so that the rose of her nipple began to peek at him from its doubtful prison. “Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Her voice dropped slightly and she leaned in, giving Draco a quick whiff of her perfume, as she said, “You clean up nice, Malfoy.”

She could have been quoting figures from the Hawaiin Pineapple Crop Report for all he heard. In that tone, anything would’ve sounded like a come on. So they had a couple of drinks for the sake of pretense before he nibbled her ear and said with a slip of his snake-like tongue, “Take me back to your place, honey, so I can fuck your brains out.”

Hermione’s skin fairly sizzled with anticipation. Draco threw some money on the bar and escorted her from the place with one hand on her ass and the other on her right breast. They apparated to her doorstep where Draco promptly slammed her up against her front door and thrust his tongue into her mouth. He slid a hand under her skirt and they both groaned when he discovered she wasn’t wearing panties.

“God, you’re a fucking slut,” he panted between snuggling sessions with her tits.

She moaned in response to his imperial fingers working her already wet opening. She moved her hips, her body searching for more, dying for more contact. She grabbed him and licked the column of his throat. His lips found her neck and promptly introduced it to his teeth. A stifled cry escaped her, muffled by his perfect skin. He removed his fingers from their duty beneath her skirt and snaked them up her torso. She wanted to scream at for for the loss of those fingers, but was gratified to find them scooping her breasts right out of the top. Her nipples tightened when kissed with the cool night air. She gasped when his tongue met her peaks.

“Fuck, Draco!” she said, half-begging, half-demanding. Her hand fumbled for the doorknob and they stumbled over the threshold into her flat. Draco kicked the door shut and they fell onto the couch together. The blond wasted no time in shoving the thin black fabric of her skirt up to her navel and began licking her inner thigh torturously. She keened softly, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and pulling him closer to where she wanted him to be. Draco’s mouth grinned ast hst her sex as he tasted her honey. She would drip for him when he was done, he would make certain of that. He thrust his lithe tongue into her, licking her pink petals, pumping in and out and in and out of her until she screamed for him, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Draco, FUCK!”

He smirked, feeling her slickness lubricating his tongue. He reached down to free his erection from his tight jeans. Hermione watched him sit up and pop the button on his fly, staring at the substantial bulge with dreamy, fuck-me eyes. Hermione licked her lips, anticipating the flavor of him. He undressed himself as slowly as he could, letting her drink him in. He had a nice body and he knew it. She crawled to him on eager knees, her hopeful mouth open for him. Draco sat back and let her do the work. Gods, but she could throat so fucking well. Even with his considerable length filling her mouth, she managed to caress him with her tongue, to touch him with her delicate fingertips as her lips and tongue worked his cock. He pulled her away reluctantly and his erection wept openly. He smiled down at her as he told her, “Take off your clothes.”

She complied immediately, pulling off the bustier and shimmying out of her skirt. She was about to take off her boots when he grabbed her wrists and dragged her down to him. They kissed, giving each other tastes of themselves. He pulled her onto his lap and let her sink down on him. They moaned together and Hermione shivered as his thumbs touched her nipples. He was deliberately making her work for it. She grabbed him, kissing him fully as she began riding his hard staff.

“Fuck,” he said through clenched teeth. “Ride me, bitch. Fuck me!”

“Oh, God, yes, Draco,” she moaned, throwing her head back so that her hair hung down her back. His hands were planted on her hips as she banged herself down on him over and over again. “Fuck, yes!”

The pace was good, but not good enough for Draco as he groaned, “Harder, damn it!”

She wailed then, coming on him and collapsing with a little half-sob. Her knees felt like jelly and she needed a moment’s rest. Draco was about to burst as he pulled her off his hard cock and pushed her onto the floor. He rolled her over and pulled her hips up to his so that his fuckstick nestled in her ass. He grabbed her brown curls and pulled her ear to his lips.

“You want me to fuck you?” he whispered, so dark it was almost menacing.

“Yes,” she whispered prayerfully.

“Like you mean it,” he requested, grasping her hips and positioning the head of cock at her anus. “Now… Do you want me to fuck you?”

“God yes, fuck me, Draco,” she begged. “Give it to me hard. Bang me like a drum!”

He teased her still, working the head in just slightly. “You want it? You want my hot, hard cock in your tight, little ass?”

“I want it so bad, Draco,” she said huskily. “I want your huge cock in me, hot and hard and fast…”

He plunged into her, every long firm inch, stretching her, filling her as she gasped at the aggressive invasion.

“You got a sweet little ass, Hermione…so fucking tight.”

She moaned as his thrusting intfiedfied. “So damn good….”

Her lungs pleaded for air as he pumped his dick into her fervently, swiftly, filling her as she moaned and begged for more, bucking her ass up against him to meet his thrusts as he slammed into her.

“God, yes.”

“Hell, yes.”

“Fuck, YES!”

He couldn’t even tell which one of them was swearing more. Their sweaty sex sounds rose up to his ears as his balls slapped against her bottom, his rigidity forcing its way into her tightness. He burned, trying not to explode within her as she moaned his name, louder and louder and louder.

“Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco-”

“Gods, ioneione, I’m going to come!”

He thrust forcefully inside of her, spasming ou con control as he erupted violently inside of her. Hermione moaned, feeling him shuddering inside of her. His fingernails had made half-moons in her skin, but she didn’t care. He slowly pulled out of her. Come dribbled down her ass-cheek and plopped onto one of her boots. Hermione lay down on the floor and found she couldn’t find the will to care about the condition of her boots just then. Instead she laid there while they finished panting and the world came slowly back into focus. Then she rolled over and looked at him. He smirked sleepily at her.

“Show me the sheets, Granger.”


+++

He woke up at home, a tremendous pounding in his brain. What the hell? he thought as the room spun sickeningly. How did he get back to the manor? Had he been drinking? Gods, he could have been splinched! He stumbled into the bathroom and repeated his water-sucking routine. Maybe it was her; maybe Hermione had an intoxicating effect on him. He looked at his bloodshot eyes in the mirror and considered the fun he’d had last night. It was worth it. Granted his father would do worse than kill him for screwing the little mudblood, but Draco couldn’t help himself. He wanted her all the time. He didn’t just want her when she felt like showing up, either. In many ways, he wished he could reopen the dungeon for good purposes. He smiled to himself as he magically banished the evidence of Hermione’s lips on his skin. A rap on his door startled him.

Lucius entered without waiting for Draco to respond.

“Good morning, father,” Draco said politely, wiping his face and tossing the towel onto the bathroom counter.

“Get dressed,” Lucius said. “We’re going to see his Lordship.”

Draco felt a tingle creep up his spine. “I’ll be right down.”


+++

“Well, last night was a waste,” Hermione said in exasperation. “Either he’s fighting the Veritaserum or he still doesn’t know when the meeting is.”

She sighed in frustration, then softened her countenance as she looked at Harry. “Thanks for getting him out of my apartment last night.”

“Anytime,” Harry said, and meant it.

“Sorry to interrupt,” a voice chimed from the doorway. “The agents tailing Draco Malfoy have activity at the Manor.”

Harry and Hermione exchanged a look. Harry smiled and said, “Time to get to work.”

Hermione smirked back, “My pleasure.”


+++

Hermione followed Draco and his father, but lost them when they apparated at the edge of the forest surrounding Malfoy Manor.

“Damn it,” she cursed softly. Now what? She cast about, looking for some clue. None availed themselves and Hermione was forced to shift gearshe che climbed into a nearby tree to wait for Draco’s return. It would be long into the night before she saw the blond man again.

She dropped silently out of the tree and crept up the darkened hill toward the manor, trailing the a s a safe distance. She watched them disappear inside before activating their floo-tree.

“Two to One, copy One.”

“Copy, this is One. Go ahead Two.”

“Subject inside perimeter. Approaching with caution.”

“What? No! Two, halt! I repeat, Two, halt your progress!”

“No! This is a perfect opportunity. We know where he’s been. This is under protocol section 413 of the Auror Policy Manual,” Hermione defended herself.

“Damn it, Hermione, don’t push me!” Harry hissed into the floo-piece. But she was gone, vanishing into the imposing house like a ghost into mist.

Harry said something colorful that the other floo-listeners pretended not to hear. All they could do now was wait.


+++

“Hey, sexy,” Hermione said, mustering her deepest tone.

“Bollocks!” Draco said, shutting his bedroom door a little more forcefully than he’d intended. “How did you get in here?”

Hermione shrugged off-handedly. “Oh, you know I couldn’t stay away from you.”

Draco was momentarily on his guard. He narrowed his eyes slightly. “Security here is of the utmost importance to my family.”

“Oh, Draco,” she chuckled throatily. “You worry too much.”

She closed the distance between them and kissed him passionately. He threaded his fingers in her hair and let himself breathe her in. She smiled when they pulled apart.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said finally.

“So? Let’s go somewhere we can be together then,” she said.

“No, I…” What? He couldn’t? He bloody well could. “Fine.”

He grabbed her wrist and dragged her to his wardrobe. Pulling out an invisibility cloak, he threw it over her and said, “Follow me closely. If you leave my side, you will likely be killed. Understood?”

“Yes.”

Draco made quick light steps down the back staircase.

“Going somewhere?”

Draco bowed his head; he’d hoped to escape without drawing Lucius’s attention.

“I need some air.”

Lucius chuckled. “Is that what your generation calls it? Hm, well, indulge yourself. But be ready for the master. We must not fail him.”

“Yes, father.”

Draco escaped into the garden so thoroughnvelnveloped in darkness that Hermione bumped right into him. He hissed at her under his breath, “Your place. Now.”

They apparated and she pulled off the cloak, not caring that her brown hair tangled around her head like she’d recently had a tumble in the sack. She smiled coyly at him and o feo felt his urges rising. They spent a healthy twenty minutes groping on the couch before she chuckled and pushed him off, panting as she said, “Oh… I think we need a drink.”

“I don’t want a drink,” he said, sucking lightly on her earlobe. She shoved him vehemently and smiled tightly.

“Oh, but I want one.” She popped into the kitchen and returned a moment later with two glasses of cognac. “Bottoms up.”

He raised an eyebrow at her as he lifted the glass to his lips. She downed hers and watched him sipping his. She was behaving peculiarly, he thought, but when she opened her blouse, all doubts fled his mind.

They spent a joyful couple of hours screwing each other over her dining table, on her kitchen counter, up against the bathroom door, and finally, in her bed. He loved how free and wild she was with him, open for him always. He smiled secretly to himself as he drifted to sleep with his head resting on her bosom.

Hermione waited until he’d been asleep for awhile, then she shook him lightly. “Draco…Draco!”

“Mmph…wha…?” he rolled over and she poked him hard in the ribs.

“Draco, where did you go today?” she asked pointedly.

“To see the Dark Lord.”

Hermione’s pulse quickened as she opened her floo channel and whispered excitedly, “Two to One, Copy One.”

“This is One,” Harry’s haggard voice came. “What have you got, Two?”

“Begin recording now.” She returned to her conversation with Draco and said, “Draco, tell me again, where did you go today?”

“To see the Dark Lord,” he repeated. Hermione smiled knowingly.

“And what did you do there?”

Draco’s eyes opened, but it didn’t matter; she would Obliviate him when their session was done. “We listened to his new plan.”

“And what is the Dark Lord’s new plan?” Hermione continued patiently.

“He is going to use me to regain power.”

Hermione frowned slightly. “How is he going to do that?”

“He’s going to use my blood,” Draco said monotonously.

“What will he do with your blood?”

Draco turned his head slightly and said, “He will use it to contaminate the muggle water reservoirs. They will die.”

“Draco, how is he planning to contaminate the reservoirs?” Hermione asked; wizard blood alone was not enough to poison muggles.

Draco’s face twisted suddenly, a flash of anguish crossing his handsome features as he reached to the nightstand and picked up her crystal vase. Hrledrled it at the wall where it smashed merrily into a thousand pieces.

“Goodness!” Hermione said, going to where her shattered vase lay. She took a moment to repair it, never noticing Draco picking up his wand and breathing a spell around himself; damned if he’d let her Obliviate him. She returned to their conversation momentarily and said bossily, “When will the Dark Lord’s plan come to fruition?”

“Tomorrow night,” Draco couldn’t stop himself from saying.

“Where?” she asked lightly.

Draco cursed himself. “The Tower of London.”

A muggle location; that surprised Hermione. She spoke into her floo-channel and said, “Two to One, do you copy?”

“This is One, go ahead Two,” Harry said wearily.

“Any other questions?”

“I think that’s it.”

“Two out.”

“Roger that.”

The floo channel went dead and Hermione raised her wand. “Obliviate!”

Draco fell back onto the bed in presumed slumber. His breathing was light and shallow, but his eyelids remained shut. Now to send this puppy home, she thought. Hermione crept over to her balcony and opened the doors.

“Oh, boys!” she called to the waitigentgents. Draco Malfoy was carried home by two wizards he’d never laid eyes on. As soon as they were gone, Draco cursed a blue streak. That bitch had been playing him all along. Fury seethed within him like a kettle of rage threatening to boil over any moment.

She wouldn’t get away with this.


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He stayed up all night, waiting in the shadows of the alley across from her apartment. What a witch, he thought with black blood sug thg through his heart. How dare she abuse him? She would pay for her duplicity. She would suffer. Oh, he would make certain that she spent a lifetime suffering for her indiscretions. So he waited, cloaked in invisibility, waited until every bone ached from spending a frigid night outside. Cramped and alone, he waited, his mind crawling further into its nether-regions, plotting each second of Hermione Granger’s punishment.

He straightened up when he saw Harry Potter traipse up the front steps and into her building. Draco crossed the street quickly and quietly climbed the fire escape to her terrace. Dropping softly over the ledge, Draco slunk over to the balcony door. He cast a listening charm so he could hear inside and held his breath, unwilling to miss even one word.

“Honestly, it went as easy as ever,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes. “He doesn’t suspect a thing!”

That’s what you think, Draco thought darkly.

“I don’t like it,” Harry said, his voice thick with anxiety. He moved closer to Hermione and put his hand on her shoulder. “You know how I feel about this.”

Hermione’s voice softened. “I do. You’re sweet to want to protect me.”

“Listen, I don’t think we’ll need any more from him,” Harry said. “I think it’s time you broke it off.”

“Okay,” she said. Draco felt a pang; why was it so easy for her to cast him aside? he wondered bitterly.

Draco watched with a resentful heart as she stood on tiptoe to plant a tender kiss on Harry Potter’s lips. Draco fingered his wand, wanting to kill that self-righteous Potter, but at the same time, utterly transfixed and unable to move. He watched while Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry and kissed him more fully. They came undressed slowly, Draco growing steadily sicker as he endured her betrayal.

They made sweet love on the floor. Harry Potter was a gentleman; he didn’t violate her ten ways from Sunday the way Draco did. She moaned with greater intensity than she did with Draco. It stabbed at him. Ripe pain sliced through his chest as he stumbled backward. If this had been a higher building, he might have considered jumping off. Instead he climbed down slowly and resumed his waiting place across the street. It was two hours later when Harry emerged, looking thoroughly satisfied, and went off down the street. Draco slipped across the street and into Hermione’s flat. She had just stepped out of the shower. How kind of her to wash Potter’s stench off for me, Draco thought. He cast off the invisibility cloak and said in his sultriest tones, “Miss me, darlin’?”

Hermione gasped and turned, holding up her towel for protection. She sighed in relief when she saw him and said, “Oh, Draco! You scared me!”

He merely smirked in response, taking in her full breasts and long legs. He felt the familiar stirring and thought, once more couldn’t hurt…

“Well, I suppose it’s good you’re here,” she said to him. “I need to talk to you.”

“Oh?” was all he said.

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore.” She smiled placatingly at him. “You understand, of course. It would never work out.”

Was she joking? Draco nearly laughed at the absurdity of it. Instead he nodded coolly. “I certainly entertained no notions of taking you for a bride, Granger.”

He moved closer and traced a finger over her rosy nipple. It hardeobliobligingly and Hermione sucked in a breath. He chuckled.

“What do you say, Granger, you filthy little slut?” he whispered into her hair as his fingers trailed down to her soft mound. “Up for a decent goodbye?”

She wrapped her arms around him the way she’d done that morning with Potter. Draco pulled her into bed slowly. She fell back against the white pillows and opened her legs for him. He knew she was ready so he thrust into her without further acts of foreplay. A pleasurable shudder ran through her body as she sheathed him. He pulled her nipples roughly, not caring if he hurt her. After what she’d put him through… He slammed into her harder, harder until she panted, her face growing pink from exertion. Still he pounded into her, his hands wandering the contours of her body freely. She arched into his touch as he pummeled her, banging their pelvises together as his hands worked upward to her neck…her lovely, perfect throat in which she had always welcomed him…

“Draco…” she tried to say, but found she had no air. His fingers encircled her neck, tighter and tighter as he crushed the life out of her, watching as she thrashed wildly under him, her face turning six shades of purple, her tongue protruding as she fought him, desperate for air, for life. His hold was vise-like; her light slowly extinguishing as he still shoved his cock into her slick pink elasticity. She struggled; convulsed; trembled; and finally, lay still. He slowly removed his hands, and waited. She didn’t move. Her chest didn’t rise for breath. She lay still and pale, her eyes staring widely at a point over his shoulder. All his life, Draco knew he would never forget those eyes. Not now.

He thrust inside her a few more times, his mind quite disbelieving that he was fucking a corpse. He pulled out of her and stroked his hard penis a few times till he came, splashing pearl strands all over her expired body. Satisfied, Draco lay back and sat looking at her for a few moments, reveling in the afterglow.

The door crashed in and suddenly there was Harry Potter and about a dozen agents. Harry was shouting and snatching Draco off of Hermione’s bed. He slammed Draco against the wall, wild-eyed and threatening Draco with his wand; Draco could only laugh as tears spilled out of the eyes of the Boy Who Lived.

“I knew something was going to happen! I knew it! You will pay for this, you son of a bitch!” Harry screamed at him.

Someone controlled Potter, whinothnother put Draco into restraints and escorted him away. The blond man could only laugh, an empty sound that echoed off the walls and assailed his ears mercilessly.


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Draco went to Azkaban that afternoon. Harry pulled strings, summoning the Dementors to haul Draco away personally. There never would be a formal trial, not that it mattered to Draco at poi point. He had blown everything. His future was gone, Hermione was gone. He had nothing left but his obsession.

He sat with his arms restrained and pleaded with himself to forget her eyes… her beautiful, sparkling, caramel eyes that blistered in his brain day after day after day…

Draco rocked forward, his head against the cold bars as the Dementors swept past, sucking the happiness from their prisoners. Draco had no happiness to give them. He sat, still thinking of her, every day thinking of her, wanting her, loving her, but having no happiness to give.

Day after day…

For obsession is not a happiness; it is a sickness to be lived with until it consumes.

It would eat him for the rest of his life. Gnawing at him till he verily saw the maggots hollowing out her precious eyes…two perfect jewels always upon him…always with him….

She was always with him…

Day after day…

Draco’s mouth twitched in a dead gesture of forgotten emotion, and still he rocked…

Day after day….

Day after lonely day…

Always with him…

Day after day after day….

End.